Dad Poem by Joan Marques

The older he grows
The quieter he gets
Is it his nature
Or does he have regrets
About a life
He considers lost
Gone by too fast
At too high a cost
He's disillusioned
I see it in his eyes
I have observed his whereabouts
And seen him pay the price
Of life's unpredictability
A smash in his face
Gone was the stability
And lost was his grace
And now he is old
And doesn't want to live
I can't help but wonder
What I could possibly give
To brighten what's left
Of the life that created mine
And bring back his roar
Oh, it sounded so fine...